i feel myself like i'm falling down like an hourglass

she tells me things, stop pretending

sometimes it feels like you're leaving

it sounds like i've been forgotten on the highest floor,

yelling that i'm high and scared of heights, but you're backing me 

and telling me that you've got to choose

and more than feeling terrible and so confused

you tell me don't be so blue, that i can make it, and you make that i can sing of you

sometimes it seems like i'm after, someone who is quite dapper, darling, wait 

but you know, i'll be talking to myself again, i told myself this'll be ending

i thought that i was just pretending, that maybe i could take advantage

but, i feel so lost, i'm trying hard to keep myself up this morning 

but, it feels like i've been forgotten on the highest floor, hell!

i could've killed myself a little easier, if you didn't want to come along,

well you say to choose

but more than feeling terrible, i feel so confused

yes, i was so happy, now i'm feeling sad

and how is this the same person too

i've got to comfortably lose 

my feelings just flow more lucid this way, it's an easy/fun way to not think so much about what you're saying, like rapping, almost. the real song is piledriver waltz by alex turner

just anotha high motherfucker trying to play the geetar, part of the revolution, oh yeah, i just got an ukelele, still learning to say the least, but whatevs <-- my spell check wants this to be "wharves"...tsk-tsk 

best xx

hello everyone, so, pretty much, i always find it interesting to find out what my friends are listening to, so i'm lyrically coordinating 10 songs that sum up the ending of my year and here are my favorites, courtesy of andrew asking. enjoy yesterday and today x 

one - she’s bright, he’s dark. she’s strong, he’s weak. and so on. 

two - sooo soo much fun to have imaginary concerts to, the album version also goes beyond being lovable

three -  imagine being empty everyday, that would suck, because you're angsty, i'm remembering what it was like to be made of sugar and glass, i like this one because its fragile

fo - my name is in it, and it's beyond sweet perfection and s & g very much have it together

five - i just wanna sleep in

six - my thought is that, uh, this is my jam, i'm telling you, this is where the gold is

seven ^^ at the top - my sleepysweet song, it's probably a chemical reaction that occurs in the body, it's difficult to define and easy to fall asleep to

eight - i'll catch what i've been chasing > i think i know that one >> yeah, you and the rest of the world

nine - this plays when my mama calls me, now add the fact that you'll will never understand why this doesn't play when you take off your hat in public.

ten - NUMBER TEN-TEN (distant echos..and that silent apprehension turns to excitement) ARCADE FIRE! 

You know, when you're singing and change the lyrics of a song for your own little clever karaoke pleasure. Well, I had a little vino and decided to completely re-do, 'stuck on a puzzle' by alex turner. this is just me singing a bit, and i love the song, so my impression of julian casablancas is a bit, well...hey this is the internet. all the best guys x

lyrics:

something in your magnetism must have pissed him off. i see he's just taking what i like. but i find myself worn out by the bottle of my pride. i feel all right. i might be lonely, but i'm searching for fingers touching to mine and how you use to feel this with another. oh now you're lonely and identified by pride. well you couldn't be oh my lover. i see, ah, you are all messed up and taken out to sea. do you know who you are now? and maybe you do and that's the point of view. the point that messes you. it makes you pretend, don't it. well something in her magnetism must have pissed you off! all of that connection makes you hold ya. tears back from falling, i see yourself and you see a lie. and i'm all right..because my meaning just laid on the cold. cuz your fingers won't be with mine's. oh how you use to feel this with another and now i feel that all my pride is just lost all in your trouble. oh now that another's impressed with my side. you feel worn out and insecure, like you love her. but other than your imposter, your tries. well, i say, oh no!